I always say yes, I’m a people pleaser and I like to make people happy, especially my friends. I go along with most plans, and do things everyone wants to do. Then every now and then, when I want to do something or rather something else, people get upset with me. And it puts me in the worst mood. I just don’t understand why anyone supports me like I support them.

Sasquatch was so much fun, I was so high most of the time, Molly took my virginity and I had my first one night stand. I slept most mornings and afternoons and partied most nights. I actually sneaked in to the Gorge for the last day. It was a really good time, saw Tenacious D and Nero, went to the V.I.P for F.U.N and saw a bit of Feist and The Siversun Pick Up’s performance. I got free shrooms, didn’t shower for 4 days and ran out of cigarettes by day fucking 3. It’s all good, I’m so going next year and this time I will have so much money for drugs it’s ridiculous.

I miss you.

This morning, was awkward. But the good kind. The kind of awkward where you want to say something, anything but you become speechless. So you smile because you have all these possible conversations on your head, but not a single word comes out. So you just stare in the hopes that maybe he’d say something. But you could tell that he’s feeling the exact same.

I gave you a kiss before you left for work, it’s nice. Kind of like our routine now, before work and before bed. I waited so long to feel your lips again.

I’ve thought about that kiss all day, catching myself smiling and how I could spend forever with moments like that. I’d like for this to be something more, that is if you do too.

I liked your arms wrapped around my waist. And mine around your neck.

I had drank enough to make me feel good. Not too little, not too much, but just right. I kept stumbling and laughing at myself, like I had an inside joke that only I knew.

I lit the cigarette, inhaled and felt the freshness leave my mouth. I bumped into you, slurred you were cute. You laughed and said I was cuter. I tried not to smile, but the alcohol made me smile from ear to ear.

Several minutes later, I fell back into you in the hallway. Giggled, turned around and brought myself closer to you. Pressed my lips against yours, and I felt lost in that moment. It’s liked everything in the world stopped, and we were the only ones existing.
The rest of the night, I didn’t want to end.

When we got home this morning, most of what I drank already left my system. I was nervous that maybe, everything that happened only happened because we weren’t ourselves. You got ready for work and I curled up under your sheets. And as you started to leave, I called your name. I motioned a kiss face, and you leaned over to replay what happened hours before. Your lips lingered then you left. I stayed in your bed all day, catching up on the sleep I never got last night.